we are all about pointless, blatant and unfounded generalizations. that, and a lot of judging. oh, and we don't do uppercase.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Old Pictures

Do you ever wonder about that place-where-forgotten-memories-go? I imagine it to be like an old age home where the elderly sit around the dining table - complaining about children who never visit. Elated when we revisit them after years of neglect, only to have their hearts broken again as we, unable to resist the seductive pull of a future full of uncertain possibility, leave for a place far, far away.

Sometimes they run the risk of being abandoned entirely. When that happens, we put them on the-list-of-endangered-memories, like the name of the girl in this picture (the first love of my naive teenage) - a memory that has been granted protected status for the sole reason that it has been forgotten several times.

the thought of indie-music-loving, pitchfork-subsrcibing you, posting the video for Broken Wings, which includes the following lyrics "That you're half of the flesh and blood that makes me whole whoa whoa" made me chuckle.

revealed: A realist would say there are a *number* of people who are potentially right. A romantic would say there is *one* right person. But "No such thing as the right boy" sound like the words of a cynic.. Cynicism is, after all, a form of disappointed romanticism, is it not?

revealed: i guess that is true at some point or the other.. Best to get over it quickly, though. Cynicism is highly addictive.. because it's easy and gives us an exaggerated feeling of self-importance. Like that other bogey - existentialism - it's just a way of taking oneself too seriously. :) Reptilian sheep, on the other hand, are the *real* reason why everything is the way it is.